A radio interview



I have had the chance to interview many interesting people from different paths of life (some of them for my weekly radio show in the Greek Public Radio - once upon a time). At the same time I have been often interviewed by others. 
Interviewing is an art, a fragile and difficult one.
Some weeks ago I had the honor to be the guest of Eleanor Watchel in her CBC Radio's Writers & Company. She was in her studio in Canada and I had to talk with her from a studio in Boston. It was the smallest studio I had ever encountered. When I first saw how "microscopic" it  was, I got concerned and somehow anxious. The first thought coming to my mind was that  I was not going to afford more than 30 minutes staying in there. Finally, we talked for almost one hour and a half. I totally forgot about the “oppressive” dimensions of the studio and about time.
Eleanor Wachtel is one of the most amazing interviewers I have known. Her series of interviews "Greece: the unfolding drama" are an outstanding journalistic and artistic work. 
I want to thank her from my heart for the opportunity she gave me, to talk about my life, about books, the Balkans and the human rights - in a still “new language” for me, in English. 
In order to listen to the interview or download it please click here: Interview with Eleanor Watchel 
The website of Writers & Company: Here

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